A Monarch whispered to a yellow Rose
“Golden Princess, would you be my muse?”
Hovering over her, he bowed and posed
Gazing at the Rose, who looked amused
Eager for her response, flapping wings paused.
Blushing radiant, the petite bloom mused
“I would, but Alas! you are just huge
My petals are too delicate for your paws
My stems are too fragile to hold your claws
Your weight could crush me, I’ll be lost.”
Mr. Monarch replied, “Oh, I’m sorry
I didn’t notice how you are so dainty
Your beauty and fragrance must have blinded me
But I’ll wait for you to grow strong someday
I’ll come back for you, you’re now my fiancée.”
“Your Majesty”, the golden blossom quipped
“To be your queen, I don’t think I’m equipped
I wouldn’t pledge what I couldn’t keep
To a bumblebee, my nectar I’ve promised
Our short lifespans let us not put to waste.”
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Copyright© Myrtle Eve
Philippines
